The night spread like ink.
The underground Cultivation Chamber of the Cyan Dragon Gang headquarters in the Gray Rock District.
Several floor lamps set into the four walls shed a faint, star-like halo of light.
Barely sketching out the outline of the figure seated cross-legged in the center.
Fang Qingyu's eyes were tightly closed, his breath as still and heavy as an ancient well.
The diagram hovered deep within his Sea of Consciousness.
Locked firmly in place by his mind, turned to the Dragon Fist Grandmaster page.
His current Qi Blood Technique and Observation Method had both already reached Perfection.
The resource conversion Speed driven by Pure Crystal was cranked directly to the max.
"Hoo—"
As Fang Qingyu's mind sank inward.
It was as if a slumbering Ancient Fierce Beast within his body had been awakened.
Buzz!
An immense, formless suction force exploded forth with his body as the center.
Crash——
